Hummingbird (jikook/kookmin)

4

"Hurry up, I'm fucking starving," Yoongi urges him, Jimin pulling up the older's spare hoodie before exiting the car.

He winces, the air freezing code as he wraps the broken sweater around him and makes it into his house. He quickly searches for the note and finds it crumbled but luckily still intact.

"Thank god," he mumbles, definitely not able to afford another phone at the moment.

He makes his way back out and jogs to Yoongi's old car, opening the door when suddenly a familiar vehicle pulls up.

Jimin frowns, Yoongi glancing at him in confusion as he watches Jungkook wave his old android phone through the windshield mirror.

"That's him," Jimin explains, noticing the brown bag on the passenger seat. He grabs it, not even hungry anymore. "Thanks hyung. I'll see you tomorrow."

Yoongi frowns. "I thought you were hungry?"

Jimin shrugs, putting it in his pocket. "I'll find something, thanks again."

He closes the door finally and begins to walk away, Yoongi pulling away sharply and most likely upset that Jimin is ignoring his needs for his wants.

He'll get over it, Jimin thinks as he makes his way to Jungkook's car and gets in.

"Hey," the younger greets softly, now dressed in a blue sweater and coat, his car warm.

"Hey," Jimin returns it, looking at his phone.

"Um... you left your phone so I brought it back," Jungkook explains although it's quite self explanatory. "Wouldn't be able to call me without it," he jokes and Jimin would think that the other was borderline flirting if he wasn't, in fact, Jungkook.

"Thanks," Jimin says, taking it before grabbing the handle of the car. "I'll talk to you later—"

"Wait Jimin," Jungkook reaches out for his shoulder like a reoccurring happening, his hand so big yet so delicate and pretty.

"What are you doing tonight?"

Jimin raises a brow, unsure of how to tell Jungkook that he planned on spending the rest of his night getting high off of morphine.

Jungkook seems to realize the awkwardness and pulls his hand back. "Never mind I don't want to bug you."

Jimin stares at him, sees the way Jungkook's jaw clenches. He rolls his eyes, turning to sit straight again. "What's up?"

Jungkook looks over at him in surprise. "Oh, well... I was just wondering if you wanted to get something to eat?" He asks and Jimin thinks about lying and saying he already ate for a split second until his stomach decides to ruin that by growling.

Jungkook snorts, "I take that as a yes?" He asks and Jimin curses his stupid ass stomach.

"I guess so," he scratches his nape and Jungkook claps once like a middle aged, single dad who just got a hot date.

"Cool," he smiles, starting his car, "it'll be my treat. I know a place nearby."

Jimin just nods, the bag in his pocket burning his hand and begging for his attention. He supposes it and his aching, jittery body will have to wait.